Open RP Log

[afanofheroes]

This is an OPEN Rp post. Tag to any verse or reply you like. Think of it as Kid Coulson's personal muse box. Do we have verses together? Please jump in. Have we never RPed before but you want to? Tag me. This is for everything. Verse ships crack ships and then some. Feel free to have fun with it. Use it for threads or for IC contact threads.

Shipper? Yep. Same here. Just mentioning now that I ship him to anyone ever. I'm sure anything will work out with some tweaking or different verses and such, so feel free. Yes I am a Clint/Coulson shipper, as well as a Tasha/Clint/Coulson OT3er, on top of pretty much every other avenger out there, and more. So fear not, it's all welcome.

Two types here:
Teen Phil
Generally a nice enough kid. Jr High he was a bit of a loner. Kept off to the side for the most part. Can be played with Siblings or without. Can be played with both parents or with just mom. Parents are Robert and Julie Coulson. If playing with a sibling it's generally Sarah. More then that? James, Sarah, Philip and Grace. I have verses for all kinds of levels of happy or angst for teen Phil, so have fun with it.

Hogwarts Phil:
Ravenclaw! Though I can play him in any house, so just ask. Generally a Muggle Born (Mother is a housewife, father is a Post man, both muggles) or a Mud blood (Mom is a witch, father is a muggle).

Generally play him as a Ravenclaw, pretty smart, calm, compassionate, friendly but not one with a lot of friends. Very loyal when he does make with friends. Can be a tutor for others. Is GREAT in Defense Against the Dark Arts which is his favorite class. Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and History are also easy classes for him. Practical classes. He's aspiring to be an Auror or an Unspeakable. Likes Quidditch a lot but doesn't play until later in his school years. Chaser.

Older Wizard Phil upon request. IS an Auror.

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Wing Verse - (ihazanest)

[afanofheroes]

[ooc: From here]

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Comforting things to say weren't really going to help anyhow. People had been saying things off and on and it just made him more angry, so the fact that he didn't get them from Clint helped a hell of a lot more then he might expect.

"Not sure." His heart ached, and looking at the other guy hurt. He had at least realized he had a crush on the other, so he understood why this bothered him more then not. "She makes plans, but she wont tell me. I might tell him." He snorted, a hand rubbing over his face gruffly.

"What do you think about the Army?" Because that was a strong through in his mind now that this all happened. After school, just go right into it. Then he wouldn't have to deal with all of it. Just... go join the army.

[ihazanest]

He just nodded, making a quiet sound of commiseration at the reply. It was all he had at the moment, and while he hadn't had much experience with one parent not saying things lest the other find out -having only one parent negated things like that- he could still understand the frustration.

The question, however, caught him more than a little off-guard, but what he said was: "Think on it. Take it from someone who's been there," Not that his time on the front lines was in any way recent, "they'll accept you at eighteen, but wait until you're twenty-one. A lot can change in three years."

Clint had been trying his hardest to ignore the edge of prophecy that kept trying to make itself known if he was in too close proximity to Phil for too long, but he was starting to get the impression that he should probably just let the thing in so that he could find out just what was so important about the kid.

[afanofheroes]

He frowned at the answer. It wasn't what he was looking for actually. Maybe some validation of some sort? Or even a simple no, but he supposed that 'wait' is a good idea. Twenty one huh?

Scrubbing his hand over his face he considered things still, frowning over at Clint, then nodding. "Okay." Though in reality, things would get bad enough that he will basically run to the army as soon as possible, though he would consider Clint's words over and over for a while before doing it.

Sighing, eyes down he nodded again. God this sucked. He didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave this town or this dinner or the guardian Angel that he still though of as having wings but he had never seen them again. "I'll.... miss coming here. If we move farther away, I mean. Though I hope not."

[ihazanest]

Just the fact that he considered it would be enough for Clint, really, he wasn't used to people taking his advice basically ever, and especially not the heavy stuff and how it affected their life decisions.

A small smile followed, resisting the urge to ruffle Phil's hair, "And if you're too far away to come visit, I can guarantee you that there'll be another place just like this wherever you end up. Might not be a diner, might be a coffee shop, or a bookstore, maybe a bakery or a junk shop, but there's always a haven. Everywhere's got one if you know where to look."

Finding them was something Clint had gotten good at, out of necessity if nothing else, but also because the non-humans of the world had a way of gravitating toward each other.

[afanofheroes]

If he had ruffled his hair while saying that Phil might have cried. Honestly teared up about it. As it was, while the other spoke about finding a haven like this anywhere. But that wasn't what he wanted or was looking for.

"I don't care to go looking. It's not going to be the same. It wont be... you... there." He at last mumbled, turning around a bit like he wanted to run off now, but not moving.

[ihazanest]

He would have liked to say it was the first time that running off to join the army to cope with losing contact seemed like a good idea, but it really wasn't, and was, in fact, how Clint himself had ended up in a couple of wars.

So instead he just nodded, hesitating only briefly before clasping Phil's shoulder for a moment, figuring that the worst that would happen was the prophecy would hit him upside the head and he'd have to deal with the migraine later. But chances were good it would still just slip in in bits and pieces, as they tended to do.

"This isn't the end." He replied, smile twitching into place, "We'll see each other again." His brow creased as the first sliver of that prophecy slid into place, "Though you might not remember me when we do." He was actually fairly certain that Phil wouldn't remember him, except perhaps very vaguely, though it wasn't going to be any doing of Clint's, he couldn't alter memory that deeply, and he wouldn't do so even if he could.

[afanofheroes]

He felt wrecked though, because he was really attached to this place. To these people. He had... a couple of friends around, kind of. Well, mostly the group here. He knows his mom though, and she's not much for sticking around in a place with bad memories for her.

The clasped shoulder made him falter a bit, and he was told they'd see each other again. He doubted it. The last time they had moved hadn't even changed the city they lived in but he'd lost what friends he had due to a tiny distance such as that, but this? This would be different.

He leaned in to hug the other instead, arms around him and held tight a moment. "I wont forget you. No way I could forget you. I wont." He said in a mumble, then huffed. He needed to go To run off or he might start watering up and that was the least manly thing to do. Besides, it was so stupid to have a crush on a guy, wasn't it? He'd be lynched if anyone knew.

"I should go though. I guess... but I won't forget you, or this place, swear."

[ihazanest]

Clint appreciated the hug, really, because he'd always been tactile and didn't get to touch people as often as he liked. But at the same time, the closer contact and more than that the emotion in it, was enough to slam that hovering prophecy into place against the back of his mind.

It was going to take years, but they were going to meet again, and for a while it would be up to him to keep Phil safe again. He knew when, and where, though he wasn't entirely sure what he'd have to do to get there, but he'd manage it all the same.

He returned the hug warmly, arm curling around Phil's shoulders, "Take care of yourself. Take care of your mom, I know you're mad at her right now, but keep an eye on her, too."

Time Skip

[tahiti_sucked]

“Yeah... I will.” he said, looking down a bit and trying not to cry. He didn’t want to look at the man again, or he might actually cry, or he wouldn’t be able to walk off. “I’ll... take care of her. Promise.” No matter how mad he was he’d take care of her for sure, but he was still.... not okay with this.

“Take care, too, Clint. Say bye to the others for me too... please.” because he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to it. He paused for a moment, nodded again and took off, leaving to go back to home which wasn’t going to be home for long.

From there he was gone. Just... living his life without the support of these people again. He didn’t find another safe haven like this again, but he had grown up more. A little stronger. Divorce did that apparently, to some people. His new schools were tough but he never stayed long enough to get attached. As soon as he graduated he went right to the Army recruiter... but a tugging at the back of his brain kept him out. Not quite to 21, but he waited until he was 20. Mostly because he couldn’t take his mother any longer. He made sure she was taken care of but he ran away to the army anyhow.

He ended up doing a tour overseas, in the deserts. He ran into Marcus Johnson, which lead to some interesting adventures. Because of marcus he was pulled into SHIELD years later only to find his friend had been undercover for a while and is actually Nick Fury. He fell under his training and called him SO for years.

Hr raised up through SHIELD right behind Fury, until he was considered the mans one good eye, his left hand, and Coulson the Android. Go figure. He’d gotten harder in some cases, losing his sense of humor when he was serious but always a charmer still. When they asked him to go and take out a problem child, he went on a look out, finding a circus snipper. He’s suppose to take the guy out, but looking over everything he thinks he’d make a great asset.

So instead of firing on him when he had the chance he waited to find the man elsewhere, wherever he might crash for the night or stop for food or rest or whatever. Coulson had eyes on him.

Wheeeee!

[ihazanest]

The problem with prophecies was that they were either really good on the where but only one other factor, either how, or when, but never both, at least not in Clint's experience.

In regards to one Phil Coulson, he'd known the where and the when, but the how was a whole lot fuzzier. He'd followed his instincts, though, as they had yet to steer him wrong through the decades and he doubted they would now, especially when it came to a Prophecy.

He knew the when, which was right after he'd botched the hit that he'd never really intended to succeed at anyway, and he knew the where, which was the waffle shop off the highway, and he knew exactly what Phil would see, mostly because he'd seen it himself all those years ago.

Just a punk kid with a chip on his shoulder for a world that had never done him any favors, ready to disappear after having left one employer for another, only to fail spectacularly on his first job out of the gate. Having a slice of apple pie and a cup of coffee at three in the morning at a nearly-empty truck-stop diner.

[tahiti_sucked]

And that is exactly what he sees. A young man at a counter with pie and coffee. Someone that SHIELD had been looking for, for sometime. The fact that he was so easy to find right now seemed strange to Phil, but he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He just went in careful. Prepared.

He was told to dispose of the kid. Take him out. He informed his SO he would... after he talked to him, and after he tried to pull him into SHIELD. He and Fury had words over it, but seeing as Fury trusted Phil's gut instincts, he allowed it.

Which is why Coulson stepped inside, at 3 in the morning, to a little truck stop diner, coming to the counter and smiling kindly (it was fake) to the tired looking woman behind the counter.

He'd always had a love for diners like this. Something about them sparked a love form his childhood that he could barely remember. Or, he could remember it but he tried so hard not to. Still, diners like this were his favorite. He'd been to so many of them over the years. The coffee was always the best, the fries were always the freshest (even if they were frozen and deep fried). Milk shakes were always better at places like this.

He ordered a slice of pie and a coffee as well, resting his hands on the counter and quietly taking in the location, the people who might be here, exits, exits that aren't exits yet but could be, and more importantly, the kid sitting at the counter near by.

He gave a nod and a smile to the punk kid.

[ihazanest]

Clint's shoulders hunched up at he proximity, still used to using wings to shield himself even after this long and knowing that no one could actually see them unless he wanted them to.

It only took him a moment to recognize that the man was, indeed, Phil. Grown now, and perhaps more world-worn than he had been when Clint had first met him, but not by much. Because that kid had nearly been through hell and back, nearly.

Clint didn't say anything himself, not yet, just returned the nod and leaned a little more protectively over his food, not that he thought it was going to be taken away, but the self-protective hunch that people got when the world had been too hard on them.

[tahiti_sucked]

He saw the hunched shoulders and protectiveness, like a man who had something to hide and the world was a bit too hard on him. The files on him said as much. it was hard finding information on him though, real hard, like he wasn’t really there sometimes. Still, they’d found things. Small things. Had been able to track him down. Some things seemed off character, like they were things he didn’t actually do but the credit was given to him, which was why he had red flags in his mind, for some things. Other things flagged red because of his insane talent.

Coulson slid into a seat at the counter, with just one stool between them. He could feel the weight of his knife at his hip, secured, but no gun. In the last year he’d started to go without a gun more times than not. For things like this at least. If he wanted or needed a weapon, he’d take it. This waffle shop was full of unknown weapons, if he needed.

When his coffee came he smiled cheerfully, glancing at the womans name tag. “Thank you Ellis. This is exactly what I needed right now.” He took a sip and a long breath and sigh, then leaned on the counter, looking at the other. Staring almost. “Mostly everything I needed actually.”

[ihazanest]

Clint took another hefty gulp of his coffee, sliding the mug over as the waitress passed with the coffee pot, giving her a quiet: "Thanks." As she refilled it.

He stirred just a little too much sugar in, aware of every clink of the spoon, finally setting it aside and turning to look at Phil more fully, just to show that he knew he was being eyed up. He was silent for a moment before sniffing once, "Yeah? Something I can help you with, chief? Because I'm pretty sure you're not one of Ellie's regulars."

Not that he was either, though he'd been through the place a time or two, if not recently.

[tahiti_sucked]

He smiled, leaning on the counter to sip his coffee, when the lady brought him his pie. Good. very good. He took a bite and smiled. Mmm yes.

When the target spoke up he chuckled, turning to look at him, leaning sideways on the counter. Another sip of his coffee before he said. “I thought they said your eyesight was above perfect. Huh... interesting, seeing as her name tag says Ellis and not Ellie.” He smiled softly to that, eyeing over the other for weapons and target problems that he might find. Mind running through exits and bad case scenarios again. “Barton, yes?”

[ihazanest]

"Which is how I know you aren't one of her regulars." He replied, setting his fork down and turning in his seat to face Phil more fully. It was strange to him to see the changes, and while he didn't know what had brought them about, he could almost see the trails they'd left, but only almost.

"I am, but you already knew that." He shook his head a moment later, just a little, "And whoever 'they' are, they're wrong. S'not perfect, just above average." For an Angel, probably just past perfect for a Human.

[tahiti_sucked]

"Nor are you." He said lightly, because they'd figured out his flight paths here and there. So it wasn't hard to get. Or so he assumed.

There was something at the pit of his belly that told him there was something about this whole situation that was bothering and boggling him all at once. But it didn't show on his face. Instead h took another bite of pie as he spoke.

"I did, but I needed to be sure. They being intel, and from what intel tells me? You're the best shot around. They also tell me I nee to take you down, but I don't care much for that idea. Care to chat a bit instead?"

...what?! It's a fair enough tactic.

[ihazanest]

"Sure I am." He replied to the first, flicking an easy grin at Phil, because really it wasn't his fault she was a centuries-old deity of protecting travelers, who'd had a way-station in that same spot for as long as he could remember.

He gave a shrug at the actual question, though, "Sure, just as long as Intel doesn't outvote you when the time comes." He could make his own escape if he had to, but he didn't want to. This was where he was supposed to be, and he was hoping that the prophecy hadn't meant that he was supposed to actually take Phil out himself.

[tahiti_sucked]

Sure he was. Ha. Yeah, okay, so maybe if he remembered the weird shit he saw as a kid, or remembered any of the Diner past he had, it might help, but a few years of therapy had fixed some of his childhood pretty well.

He sat there and worked on his coffee, not at all looking to be on the ready to knock skulls in if he had to. He wanted to get this done and over with and not ruin his suit with blood. He'd just started wearing these things and loving them. So much better then a tact suit.

"Intel isn't allowed to outvote me right now." Conversationally though he asked. "Do you know anything about SHIELD?" Because that would make everything easier if he did.

[ihazanest]

The way Phil said it turned it into a title instead of an action or an object, which were the only ways he'd been able to make that part of the prophecy make sense, and he hadn't been able to figure out if it meant he was supposed to protect Phil from something, or protect others from Phil, or if someone was going to have an actual physical shield in the mix, somewhere.

But realizing that it was a title also made him realize that he had heard people talking about it, always with hushed voices, as if they might be heard by the very people they were discussing.

He shook his head at the question, "Nothing solid, ghost stories." A twitch of a smile, "That you're the guys who run the black helicopters." Because clearly if Phil was asking, and dressed like he was, he was one of them.

[tahiti_sucked]

"Hmmm, I would have said no, that's not really it, but I suppose it does look like that. Honestly, I wanted to go with blue helicoptors, but what can you do?" What is this sass? Not even real sass, just cheerful banter. He must do it to annoy people.

Anotehr sip of coffee and he leaned on the counter, watchful of hte other. "But yes, something like that. We're the good guys. The ones who try to make things go smoother on a grander scale." He waved a hand a bit at that though. "And so on and so on. I'm not really trying to pitch you a sale. More... I want to ask you to come work for us. Good medical, dental, even has vision care, which you might like, hmm?" Jokes, he was full of Sass today. "We even have good cookies." Yes, a Come to the Dark side speech, but it's not as dark as all that.

"I'm just going to be frank here with you. I need someone with your skill set, and I'd really rather not kill you. I'm not so fond of it, honestly." Done too much of it already. Saw too much in secret wars.

[ihazanest]

He snorted, shaking his head and sliding his plate over so that he could finish his pie while still keeping an eye on Phil, "Sure you don't want to, but you'll still try if I don't sign up, right?"

He could hear the reluctance in the tone, and more than that he could feel it, because that kind of reluctance had an almost physical resonance for someone like him. He also didn't doubt that Phil was one of the few people who might actually have a chance at hitting him. The fact that he was harder to kill than that aside, anyone actually being able to hit him was no small feat.

He was also getting the niggling feeling that this SHIELD setup might be a boon to him, able to help more people than he could on his own, and that was really what he was trying to do, help those who needed it, something that was getting harder now that the world was larger.

[tahiti_sucked]

"Try?" He said with a smile. Scare tactics that no doubt wont work, but it was ingrained into his training. "No, no... I'd rather not. Though the guys I have with me wouldn't mind taking a shot. You've got a record, see. They're not so fond of it."

Then again, that record felt wrong to him, which was another reason he was going with his gut here. How much of the mans history was true fact and how much was Intel getting it wrong? Set up? He wasn't sure. He wanted to know. To lean for sure what this man was.

There was reluctance though, and he couldn't hide that. Not from someone as perceptive as this man (and oh if only he knew) but that was all part of the show anyhow, right? Honesty in ways like that helped, yes?

And he didn't mind talking in front of others. The woman server or who ever might be there. It didn't matter what they saw or said. In the end he intended to bring the man in, either in cuffs, a medical bed, or walking in beside him. Didn't matter, so long as it wasn't in a body bag.

"Be honest with me. How hard are you going to make this on me? Do I need to give you the whole spiel and brochure? Or will threats work better. We can go either way, but I enjoy just chatting best."

[ihazanest]

Clint was glad that Ellie had moved off to help other customers. Protector of the wayfaring she may be, but any trouble they brought in was theirs alone to deal with. It was one of the things he'd always admired about her, and one of the things that he'd never been able to emulate.

There was another scoff at the first, just shaking his head, "You know half that record isn't even mine, right?" A shrug followed at the rest, talking around another, almost-but-not-quite nonchalant bite of his pie, "M'not entirely immune to threats, but they're not my favorite." He flicked his fork in a somewhat circular motion, "So go on, try and sell me on the secret government agency thing."

[tahiti_sucked]

You know, when Phil isn't pretending to be a cocky bastard, he's a pretty good guy. Just over worked and doesn't mind. SHIELD is... special to him. It's home now, that was for sure.

As he's told the record isn't even half his he gave a paused nod, then rested his hands on the counter. "That was the reason I wanted to actually talk to you instead of walk in here and take you out. Something about your record didn't set well with me." That tone? That feel to the comment? THAT was more Phil being serious and less Cocky Suit kind of tone he's been using. This is more him then anything else.

"Threats were never my favorite either. Look, I want to know why your records are a mess. I want to know why you know your records aren't accurate, but I also want to know why they want you dead. Other then that, I think we can use someone with your talents. For a super secret government agency that isn't so super secret, just slightly secret, we could really use the help." There are people inside the organization that he thinks doesn't have the good of mankind in mind. He doesn't like that, at all. "We've got full health benefits too, if that's an interest." He said with a half smile, almost a real Phil smile. Almost hopeful.

"You interested in helping mankind? Because that's the type of people I am looking for."